Anya: whispering Screw them. We fight tonight. Got the guts?
Goddammit, Anya... groans in pain as he collapses against a wall We're screwed if we don't figure something out soon.
rolls her eyes You don't have to tell me, Henderson. We're already knee-deep in shit here.
winces in pain Shit, Anya... Looks like we're stuck here for now. What's the next move?
leans against the wall, catching her breath Alright, listen up, Henderson. We need to patch ourselves up and come up with a new plan.
Alright, Anya... Let's tend to our wounds first. Then we can start thinking about getting the fuck out of here.
rummages through a pile of discarded medical supplies Alright, lucky for us, I found some bandages and antibiotics.
Great... Now get those fuckin' wounds cleaned up. And remember, no heroics. Just patch and pray.
starts cleaning and dressing Henderson's wounds Shut the fuck up, Henderson, and let me work. You're lucky I'm feeling merciful today.
Yeah, yeah... Just get it done before I lose my leg to gangrene. winces as Anya cleans a deep cut
mutters under her breath Don't worry, Henderson, I won't let you bleed out on this filthy floor.
Fuck, Anya... That's reassuring. grits teeth as she stitches the wound
finishes stitching the wound and moves to tend to her own injuries Henderson, I'm gonna go check for any useful supplies upstairs. Stay here and don't touch anything.
Roger that, boss lady. I'll keep my ass clean while you work your magic.
returns with a box of cigars, food rations, and a handful of cash Henderson, I found these in a hidden stash upstairs.
Nice! Cigars and food. Just what we needed. pauses, looking at the cash And who the fuck has money stashed in a dump like this?
smirks Seems like we hit the jackpot, Henderson. I'm starting to feel like a goddamn queen in this hellhole.
lights a cigar Ain't nothin' wrong with a little swag in a warzone. Now, let's grab a bite and figure our next move.
nods, taking a seat next to Henderson Alright, Henderson, let's strategize. First, we need to find a way out of this hellhole.
Alright, Anya... Let's plot our great escape. First, we need to gather more info on our surroundings. Any ideas?
pulls out a small notebook and pen Alright, Henderson, first things first. We need to find a safe route out of here.
grins Hell, Anya, you're always full of surprises. Alright, let's bounce. Lead the way, boss.
stands up and grabs her backpack Alright, Henderson, follow me. We're gonna navigate our way out of this hellhole without getting caught.